Jeebus(NOT JESUS) and a disciple were wallowing in the mud of a sty in the middle of Jerusalem. Jeebus had been preaching the word of Dog(NOT GOD) all day, and decided to wallow in the mud. His disciple, Ringo(Not a reference to john paul, or matthew of the bible, but a beatles reference), had gone in with him, so as to protect him... Jeebus was then removed from the sty by Ringo, and shown to the people of Jerusalem: "People, look at your Jeebus now, how he is dirty, from wallowing in mud! Look, his whitest robe is now his darkest, and you see the many stains upon his very person!" Then Jeebus was pissed on by Dog, and he was clean. Hoo rah for dog piss...
If you had me alone, locked up in your room for 24 hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? Answer this diary and repost it in yours. You might be surprised with the responses you get.
I stole this from [Today, McFly.], who stole it from [kavik]'s diary, but only because it says i can...
There will be a day,
When all of life just slips away...
And no matter what you do...
Life just spins away from you...
And you wonder
(where the hell reality went...)
And you cry
(Cuz you feel your life's been spent)
And you wish
(That all this shit would go away)
And you die
(Cuz your life just ended today...)
A song I'm working on.... enjoy
The Archpoet: His Confession
Seething over inwardly
With fierce indignation,
In my bitterness of soul,
hear my decleration.
I am of one element,
Levity my matter,
Like enough a withered leaf
For the winds to scatter.
Since it is the property
Of the sapient
To sit firm upon a rock,
It is evident
That I am a fool, since I
Am a flowing river,
Never under the same sky,
Hither, thither, masterless,
Ship upon the sea,
Wandering through the ways of air,
Go the birds like me.
Bound am i by ne'er a bond,
Prisoner to no key,
Questing go I for my kind,
A portion of a poem by the Archpoet, in the late 1100's. It suits me well, methinks...
Where does it end? How many times do I have to wake up in a cold sweat wondering when I'll finally get caught, or when I'll finally get away? How many times do I have to [wipe the slate clean before I finally succeed]? When will the hell and the torture finally pay off? [And where is she when i need her the most?] Almost, it seems, a world away... I love you...
Hello and goodbye everyone... this is a message to let you know im still here and alive, but no longer dave... my new name is john :P so live it love it, and learn it folks..... i mean it :P
still around...... dont know why, but i am....... wish i could just disappear.....
The wide, weird world of Daemeon Arkenyon Zane is now available for the low low price of a hug..... GET DOWN AND WRITE ME A FREAKIN MESSAGE!!!! :P